A fortune teller...

In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the Mystic delivered grave news:

"There's no easy way to tell you this, so I'll just be blunt. Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year."

Visibly shaken, Shirley stared at the woman's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands.  She took a few deep breaths to compose herself and to stop her mind racing. She simply had to know.

She met the Fortune Teller's gaze, steadied her voice and asked,

"Will I be acquitted?"

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Thanks for the joke, mishmont! I told you I was gonna steal it! Bwaahahahaha!

Red Light Attention Span

Have you noticed that the cars at the back of the line pay more attention to the traffic light than the cars at the front of the line?

The Joy of Coffee

 There is nothing in my life so soothing as the first sip of coffee in the morning.

No matter how stressful the day before me might be. It does not affect that first sip. Its satisfying warmth spreads through me. I stop to embrace the comforting sensation. I am awake.

The second sip holds no such charm. Don’t get me wrong. I’ll drink the first cup and have another, thank you very much.

I do love my coffee.